Wednesday, August 2, 2017

From Pixie to Punk !

I was planning to cut my hair for a really really long time. So when I finally did, I didn’t have any other responds to the shocked friends, other than... ‘because I wanted to.’
I also wanted to challenge my inner self; The desi long hair girl was a disguise, she was missing the pixie and the punk inside her. So I thought it’s high time I brought out my inner real self. Not only my new friends but also my sister’s-in-law were shocked to see me in the new avatar. Some of them asked me whether I cut my hair again or is it an old pic I've uploaded in the FB ? Husband didn’t like it either. Every time we got ready to go out he commented without fail, ‘you look like the aunties from’80’s.’ Which of course I took as a compliment. When his words were not getting the desired effect, he stopped commenting on my hair cut. For me, I am at that point in my life even if I shave off my hair like Tilda Swinton (from Doctor Strange movie) I will still walk on this planet confidently. For me the hair on my head didn’t define my beauty. Every time I looked in the mirror I only saw a strong woman staring back at me. I saw a woman with the ability to smile even at the most difficult times in her life. I felt her kind heart inside me. A heart capable of forgiving even her worst enemies; In her eyes I saw her quest for knowledge and making new friends. These were the things which made her beautiful not her long or short hair. 
My hairstylist too refused to cut my hair that short. According to him, a short haircut won't suit me. But then I told him, there is only one life and too many hairstyles to try and that philosophy got him and he agreed to cut my hair. After cutting my hair he tried to convince me to straighten it. But I refused to do so because I liked my wavy black hair. 

Few years back I took a decision not to straighten my hair anymore. When I looked around, girls with curly hair wished for straight hair and girls with straight silky hair wished for curly /wavy hair. Now that I’m a Mother, I wondered what will I teach my son when he grows up. If I’m not accepting my own body and its features, then one day when he grows up and goes through his teens what will I teach him ! 
I have nothing against styling my hair. For weddings and other events I've smoothed my hair and styled it. But never ever I have gone for a permanent hair straightening in a long time. Because I believe the only trick needed to make a really short hair cut work is confidence and only confidence.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Winter musings !


The forgotten pink crocs are back on my feet,
the ugly green sweater is out of the cupboard,
the cooking oil is frozen and staring back at me,
the soup recipes are all bookmarked,
the hair oil refuses to come out of the bottle,
It's time to chill,
Yes, Winter knows it's time to chill.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

The Romantic In Me !


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Six years ago I met this Awesome guy; He came to my house with his family. What happened there was love at first sight (for me) and love at many many sights for him! Few weeks later, our engagement date was fixed. I started getting phone calls from him. In return, I started writing letters to him. My theory was, phone calls will only generate phone bills whereas, letters will live longer. One day, they will tell not only my grand kids but also my great grand kids, how much their Great grandma loved their Great grand dad! 

Friday, March 4, 2016

You & Me !


Some relationships don't have a Name!
They don't have a destination to reach together,
Yet they exist beautifully.
Don't analyse, what is You and Me!
Don't let guilt ruin You and Me!
Let us just be... You and Me.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

The Magical words!

Kanthari was hurt. The hostility her own kith and kin was showing towards her was hurting her. “What did I do to deserve this hatred?” she thought. It was the week before her periods, the time when her hormones starts playing tricks on her tear glands. Inji kuttan was puzzled to see his Kanthari amma quietly making her evening tea. She didn’t care about the usual mischief he was up to! With a grave face she quietly took her cup of tea and sat down on the living room sofa. Inji closed the fridge and was kneely observing her now. He kept his distance, not knowing what to do! But his little brain knew something was bothering his mother. Tears started rolling down her eyes without any warning. She couldn’t stop it. Inji stood there perplexed, thinking, “Now what did I do to make her cry.” He was sure he didn’t do any mischief to upset her to this extent.
Kantari couldn’t face him, she was staring at her tea cup in her hands. Inji quietly walked towards her. She looked at him, with tears still rolling down her cheeks. With his tiny, chubby hands he wiped her tears, his eyes still puzzled at the reason why his mother was crying. Then the most caring words came out of his mouth, “Potte… Potte, Potte.” (Meaning, Leave it!)

 Kantari broke  into a smile, pulled Inji close to her, made him sit on her lap and hugged him tightly.  By then, he understood everything is alright in her world. He had that proud look on his face. Now he knows the magical words to make her tears go away.

The First Ride back home!

It was Inji kuttan’s first ride back home from school in his school van. Kanthari was excited. She quickly took a bath, got dressed in her best outfit and waited half an hour before the expected time. She dreamt of her son’s face. How excited he would be to see her! While she was lost in her thoughts the school van appeared at her front gate. She ran towards the gate with so much happiness and what did she see? For a moment, Inji’s face brightened up with surprise to see his mother out of nowhere. The next moment reality struck him, it was his turn to get down and say goodbye to his friends. His mother was there to pick him up and take him away from his friends. As Kanthari tried to take little Inji in her arms, he pulled back with all his strength and started wailing. The van driver, the school Aaya and the remaining kids in the van looked at us surprised and shocked.

There are kids who cry to go to school and then there are kids like Injikuttan who cries to come back home!